Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Singapore and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jesper Dahlbäck to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Michelle Simonal,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Jawbox,
Hasil Adkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Kinks,
Chris Corsano,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
Niagra,
Minutemen,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
The Doors,
The Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Swell Maps,
Sister Nancy,
Althea and Donna,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Maleditus Sound,
Colin Newman,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Gang Gang Dance,
Toni Rubio,
The Buckinghams,
Thompson Twins,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
The Divine Comedy,
Los Fastidios,
Drive Like Jehu,
Mandrill,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.